Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pole. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.